If Monet Had a Camera in Autumn

I blazed up I-485 from Atlanta to Clayton, GA yesterday to do a little bit of camping. The ground was wet under the canopy of spidery rhododendrons. The sound of raging Burrell Ford waterfall cascading in the distance. It was cold as a witches tit. Armed with my trusty Fuji and a 18mm lens I walked along the Chatooga River that divides Georgia and North Carolina. A lot of history up in these mountains; makes for a spooky feeling in the gut.

As I walked along the river this morning I noticed something that reminded me of Monet's paintings. My drove me to create the following. Not a lot of words can go into this...you just have to enjoy.